A dark mist swirls about her feet
her fervent calls return to her
that which she has lost she must find
a dark mist swirls about her feet
forward she trods to the unknown
without that which she loves she is lost
A dark mist swirls about her feet
something white breaks through
now in hope they can find home
The picture prompt from Picture it and Write was too enticing to turn up.
Learning to live by the indwelling life of Christ.
Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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I like that this is upbeat in spite of the dark mist. The girl in the pic does look expectant. Your third and sixth lines create a nice pattern.
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Thanks Anne
I was thinking of a girl looking for her lost dog in the mist of course the reunion is wonderful
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A Dog???
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I love your poem.
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Beautiful poem 🙂 There’s a lovely wistful quality to it. Love your use of repetition and the fact there’s a happy ending
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I like the idea of the mist swirling beneath her feet. A great image! I thought that maybe ‘they’ were not her, but maybe some other trapped soul in this mystical realm looking for a way to escape. Regardless, great story! Thanks for contributing this week to Picture it & write. 🙂
– Ermisenda
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this was a great prompt Ermilia
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I agree with Lesley I wish we could get this magazine here, I never buy craft mizaganes in the UK as they are not as good as the American ones. They did used to print CARDS here but that went bust. Your leaf project is amazing, I love all the distressing the leaves look amazing! Congratulations on being in print again.HugsSally.
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She does seem to be searching for something. The end suggests something sinister perhaps? I’m not sure. I like the cadence of this poem. It lends itself to the woman’s seeking.
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Nicely done. Like this a lot – ‘that which she has lost she must find’.
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